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Adventures in the airport…So yesterday I went to pick up Mike at the airport when he came back from LA. His plane was ATA, due to arrive in Terminal B at 10:22 PM. Just went to see Adaptation with Melinda. It was bizaaaaaaaaaare. We are going to have to do a little research to figure out what the hell was going on there… Haven’t seen Melinda in 7 years or thereabouts. Nuts! The world must be a small place. I hope we can hang out some more especially given I am moving to her general neighborhood… Tonight is my last official night living in this place on Huntington. the last night “my” room will be mine. I must say I am feeling a little lonely about the whole thing although I know it is for the best. Then again, what else is 1AM for but loneliness? MERRY CHRISTMAS PEOPLE!! I hope everyone is having a thoroughly excellent time, eating good food, having happy experiences with family and friends, etc. I want you all to know that my best wishes are following you all! It’s hard to give up a dream you once based your life on, even once you realize that the dream isn’t quite right. Why aren’t things ever easy? leather and goreToday I sold my beloved leather jacket to my mother. It is a leather jacket I loved a lot: I bought it last year in San Diego. It was very sleek, very Matrix: I used it for clubbing. I will miss it. But getting out of debt is more important than material things!!!! :’( I just saw The Gangs of New York with Bryant, Sanne, and Sanne’s friend. It was gruesome: needlessly so. Maybe there was supposed to be some deeper meaning? If so, I missed it… and I’m sure not feeling very good about meat products right now…lucky Sanne left his Snyder’s Honey Mustard pretzels lying around strange happeningsLast night I stayed over Mike’s place instead of Derek’s because I was doing laundry. Both Mike’s roommates are gone for the holidays and the place was completely silent. At about 5AM I woke up because I heard a noise. The lights were on out in the hall and I heard soft, subtle little noises outside like a person trying to be quiet. I lay on the end of the bed and peered silently through the crack in the door and saw – an Asian woman. She was walking up and down the stairs moving what looked like little tables. Then she would disappear for a while and the crackling of plastic would be heard. And after a while she came out in the hall, just a few feet from my head, and started spraying the carpet in the hall from this little generic plastic spray bottle. It was bizarre! But I was so tired I could barely move, so I fell back asleep. This morning I woke up at 10 and the entire house was as dark and clean and silent as a tomb. There was not a sign that another person had been moving about just a few hours before. mindless babbleMan, it is really nice to be happy. I hadn’t been happy in so long that I had forgotten what it is like to be more than content on a regular basis. Let’s see. When was the last time I was truly happy? In chronological order… 1. The first 6 months I was with Bryant (fall, 1998) Bizarre. I think I might just go with the Chinese place. In retrospect, it wasn’t filthy, or even cluttered, it just had this grimy feel. The room itself was totally fine, it was mainly the dining room (which was massive) and the kitchen to an extent (although surprisingly there were no dirty dishes. Maybe graduate students only eat fast food?) It is super cheap and super convenient and the lease will end the very time I may get kicked out of my job at MI. And it is almost January and I need to do something especially given that the trumpet player is moving in tomorrow and I have nowhere to house my stuff… I took Sanne out last night and let him practice driving stick in Subi. After a few false starts he did very well! Next time I will take him to some hills… I miss playing hockey already. Today Bryant and Sanne and I are going to go skating at the MIT rink. Hopefully everyone will be gone for the holidays so it’ll be empty! I LOATHE dodging scary children in ice rinks. I am terrified I will plow one of them down and then its mother will sue! Rally RacerOh, and incidentally, apparently I am a first-round finalist for Rally Racer. I need to send them in a tape with 3 minutes of video that must “show us who you truly are”. What the hell does that mean? Anyone have any suggestions? The deadline is approaching… |
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